Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
BEN JONSONThat old bald cheater, Time.
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All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
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Force works on servile natures, not the free.
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Ambition, like a torrent, ne’er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off; being both a rebel Unto the soul and reason, and enforceth All laws, all conscience, treads upon religion, and offereth violence to nature’s self.
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It is as great a spite to be praised in the wrong place, and by a wrong person, as can be done to a noble nature.
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Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time’s deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.
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When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
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Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.
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Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.
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Where it concerns himself, Who’s angry at a slander, makes it true.
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Your highest female grace is silence.
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The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
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Blueness doth express trueness.
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As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.
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I’ll give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news.
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I do honor the very flea of his dog.
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Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
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Man and wife make one fool.
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Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
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And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow’d them with her odorous foot.
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That I might live alone once with my gold! O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.
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Ready writing makes not good writing, but good writing brings on ready writing.
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To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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What excellent fools religion makes of men.
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All concord’s born of contraries.
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For he that once is good, is ever great.
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Guilt’s a terrible thing.
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